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 Romania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.