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 Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
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,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.