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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Can,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.