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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
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,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.