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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.