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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.