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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
UT,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.