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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Association to the funk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.