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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Fear,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.