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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
John Holt,
June Days,
X-102,
Cluster,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.