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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.