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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.