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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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?
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.