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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.