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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
The Motions,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.