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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
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,
Scion,
Sparks,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.