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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.