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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.