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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Aswad,
Cameo,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.