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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.