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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Martian 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Urselle,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.