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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.