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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a marimba 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
World's Most,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.