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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 H. Thieme 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
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,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
MC5,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.