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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Index,
Gong,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.