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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.