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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.