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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.