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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
The Slits,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.