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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.