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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.