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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Last Poets to the dance 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
MDC,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.