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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.