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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
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,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.