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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.