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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.