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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.