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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.