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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.