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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.