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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
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,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.