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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.