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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Crime,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.