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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.