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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.