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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.