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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.