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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.