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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
10cc,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.