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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.