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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
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,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.