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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Magma,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.