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 Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
The Invisible,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.