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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.