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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.