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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Nas,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Oneida,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.