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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.