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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.