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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.