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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Nas,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.