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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.