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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.