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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
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,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.