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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Gong,
PIL,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.