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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.