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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.