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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.