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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.