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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.