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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.