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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.