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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.