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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
June Days,
The Sound,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.