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 Colombia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.