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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Magma,
New Order,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.