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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
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,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.