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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.