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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.