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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.