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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.