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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.