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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Scion,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.