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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 clarinet 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.