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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.