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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.