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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.