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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.