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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.