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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.