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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Skatalites to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.