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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.