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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Magma to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.