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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.