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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Cluster,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.