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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.