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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.