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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.