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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.