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 Korea North and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.