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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
The Index,
Sparks,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.