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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.