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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.