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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.