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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Gong,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.