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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.