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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the funk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.