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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.