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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.