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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.