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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
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,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.