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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.