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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 guitar and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
This Heat,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.