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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.