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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.