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 India 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Organ,
Jandek,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.