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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.