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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
The American Breed,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.