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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Magma,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.