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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.