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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.