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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.