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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.