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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.