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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Television,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.