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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Monolake to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.