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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
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,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Television,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.