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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Cymande,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.