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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.