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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.