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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.