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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.