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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Swans,
Gong,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.