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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 EPMD to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.