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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.