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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
T. Rex,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.