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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.