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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
DNA,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.