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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
X-101,
Ultravox,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.