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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.