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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.