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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.