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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Popol Vuh 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.