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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.