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 Ukraine 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Swans,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.