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 Bolivia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.