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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the crunk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.