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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.