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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.