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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.