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 Mali and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.