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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.