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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.