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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.