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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.