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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
New Order,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.