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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.