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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.