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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
UT,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.