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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.