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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.