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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.