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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.