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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.