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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.