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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Gong,
OOIOO,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.