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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.