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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.