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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.