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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.