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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.