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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
the Association,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.