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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
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,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.