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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.