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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.