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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
MDC,
Lalann,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.