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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.