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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 snare and a guitar 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?
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.