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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
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,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.