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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 the Human League to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.