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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.