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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Cymande,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.