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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
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,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.