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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.