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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.