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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.