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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.