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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.