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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Associates to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
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,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
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.