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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.