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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
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,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.