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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.