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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.