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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.