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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
MC5,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Fear,
X-101,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.