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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.