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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
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,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.