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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.