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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.