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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 a chamberlin and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.