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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.