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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.