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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.