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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.