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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.