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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.