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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Magma,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.