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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Make Up,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.