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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.