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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Residents to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.