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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
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,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.