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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.