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 Namibia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.