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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.