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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
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,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.