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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.