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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.