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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.