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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
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 Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.