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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Can,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.