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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.