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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.