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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.