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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.