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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
the Association,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.