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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.