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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rekid to the techno 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.