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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.