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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Copeland to the rock 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
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 Cramps,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.