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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.