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 Namibia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.