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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.