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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.