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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
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,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.