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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
June of 44,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.