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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
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,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
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.