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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
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,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.