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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Isaac Hayes 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.