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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.