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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.