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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Nico,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.