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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
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,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.