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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.