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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Monks,
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.