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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Motions 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.