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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.