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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.