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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.