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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.