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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.