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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.