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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Roxette,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.