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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.