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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.