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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.