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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.