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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
The Slits,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.