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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.