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 Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.