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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.