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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.