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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.