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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
The Names,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.