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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
The Wake,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.