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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.