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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.