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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Can,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.