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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
The Index,
Suicide,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.