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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Index,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.