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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.