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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.