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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.