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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Nico,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.