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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.