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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
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.