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 Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.