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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.