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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
X-102,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Fear,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.