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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
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,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Japan,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.