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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.