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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.