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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
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,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.