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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.