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 Grenada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.