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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
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 Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.