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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.