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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
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,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.