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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
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,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.