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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Rekid,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.