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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.