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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a snare 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Television,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.