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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and an organ 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Skriet,
Rekid,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Faust,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.