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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.