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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
AZ,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.