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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Visage,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.