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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
X-101,
JFA,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.