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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.