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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.