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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.