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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.