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 Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.