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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Technova,
Monks,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
The Names,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.