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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.