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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.