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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.