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 Austria 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.