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 Djibouti 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
10cc,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.