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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.