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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rekid to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Can,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.