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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Crime,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.