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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.