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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.