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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.