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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.