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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.