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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.