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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
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,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.