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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
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,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.