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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
The Slits,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.