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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Franke,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.