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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.