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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.