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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.