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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.