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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.