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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.