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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.