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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
June Days,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.