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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.