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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.