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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.