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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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?
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.