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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.