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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Pole,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.