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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
X-101,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.