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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.