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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
ABC,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.