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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fugs to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.