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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
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.