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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.