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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.