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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.