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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.