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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 MDC to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.