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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
The Associates,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.