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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.