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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 rock 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.