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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.