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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
New Order,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.