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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
ABC,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.