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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.