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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.