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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
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,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.