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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.