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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.