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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.