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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
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,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.