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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.