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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.