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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.