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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.