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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
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,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.