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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
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,
the Human League,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.