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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.