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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.