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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.