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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
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,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.