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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats 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 funk 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 marimba and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.