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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.