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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.