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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.