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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.