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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.