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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.