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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
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,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.