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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Technova,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.