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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 The Associates to the grunge 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.