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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Monks,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.