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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.