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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
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,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.