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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.