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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.