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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
The Standells,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.