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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pylon to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
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,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.