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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Faust,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.