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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.