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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.