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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Skriet,
UT,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.