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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 New Order to the techno 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.