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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Wings,
Can,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.