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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Stooges to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
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.