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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.