Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.