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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.