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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.