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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.