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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
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 Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.