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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.