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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.