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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
This Heat,
UT,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.