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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.