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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Index,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.