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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.