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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.