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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.