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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.