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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.