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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja 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 crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.