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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.