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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.