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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.