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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
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,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Organ,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
DNA,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.