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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.