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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
John Cale,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.