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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.