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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.