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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.