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 Burkina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.