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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Darondo,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.