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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Inner City,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.