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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.