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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.