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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
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,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.