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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.