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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.