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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Index,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.