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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.