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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.