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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.