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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.