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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Raincoats to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.