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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Magma,
Hashim,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.