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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Visage,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Q65,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.