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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
AZ,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.