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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.