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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
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,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.