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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.