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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Reagan Youth 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.