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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.