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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.