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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.