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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
MC5,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.