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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.