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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.