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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.