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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.