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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Skriet 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Quantec,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.