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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.