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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.