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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
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,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.