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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.