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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.