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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.