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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Japan,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.