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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.