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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.