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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.