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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.