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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.