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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.