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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.