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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.