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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.