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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Altered Images,
JFA,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.