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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.