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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.