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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 AZ to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.