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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.