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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.