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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.