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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
The Move,
Little Man,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.