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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.