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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
The Motions,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.