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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
The Monks,
The Move,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.