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 Comoros and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 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 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
UT,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.