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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.