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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.