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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.