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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.