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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.