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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.