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 Tanzania 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.