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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.