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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.