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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.