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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.