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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Pole,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.