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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.