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 Ghana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.