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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.