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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
New Order,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.