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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.