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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
The Human League,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.