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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.