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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the funk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.