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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.