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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.