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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.