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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.