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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
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Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.