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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
UT,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Quantec,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.