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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.