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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.