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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
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,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
PIL,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.