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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.