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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.