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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.