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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Panda Bear 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
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.