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 Fiji and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.