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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 güiro 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
The Index,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Visage,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.