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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.