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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.