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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.